Shower, pool or tub?

Is it the shower, or the bath, or maybe a swimming pool?  Underwater frolics, or back pressed against the tiles or astride him in the tub? Such choice and if there is the opportunity, why not all three?

Perfect Notes is a story about two musicians, however, there is quite a bit of watery exploration undertaken by Callie and her lover, Stefan.  Something of each – shower, pool and tub!  Three short extracts from my new book:


in the shower 2The shower pump whirred in the background and water splashed about us. My hair had tumbled across my face, hiding me, and he drew back the wet strands. Standing close—close enough for me to feel his cock against the small of my back—he spoke into my ear. “Does Mausi want to stop?”

I shook my head frantically.

“Say it!”

“Please… Don’t stop.” I exhaled deeply.

“That’s better. Nice deep breaths.” He stepped back, giving me space to bend slightly.

I reached behind, curving my fingertips into my cleft, and suffered the indignity of spreading my cheeks for him. The jet of water landed just below my tail bone. I jolted, knocking my head on the glass. I held my breath as he lowered the flow over my anus. It hit my puckered entrance, which held fast, but the skin around it erupted with sensory overload as the force of the water continued to burrow into my flesh. The hot water prickled and gushed between my legs, forming a waterfall.

Did it hurt? No pain registered in my mind. It panicked me and I fought with the desire to jump up and cover my bottom. The water moved up and down my crevice, massaging my taut anus as it went. After a few seconds, Stefan redirected the spray to the floor and I exhaled. I’d not breathed once throughout my erotic ordeal.

“Turn back. Hands above your head and legs wide.”


underwater He dived at me, and for a few minutes, we returned to our playful games.

“Enough.” I held up my hand. “I need to catch my breath.”

“You and your lungs. Swimming is excellent preparation for a wind player. Singers too. You should learn to swim underwater.”

I shook my head vigorously. “I hate it.”

“Pity. So much fun to be had down there.”

We both locked on to each other’s eyes. The moment had come to decide—did I want him back? Completely, utterly back in my life?

I edged backward, heading toward the shallow end. He matched my footsteps, as I slid my feet along the smooth surface of the pool floor. My heart quickened. A remorseless flock of butterflies flew out of my epicenter, busying themselves with preparing me for him. I ran out of room.

He trapped me. With my bottom pressed against the tiles, I’d reached the end of the pool, but he continued to move toward me. As the pool depth lessened, he rose and planted a hand on either side of me, leaning on the edge. Under the ripples, I saw his erection, his upright cock, fully aroused. He jutted his pelvis forward and nudged it against me. It was a weird sensation, having an erection probe me underwater.

I flattened my palms against the tiles behind me and balanced on my tiptoes.


in the bathThe water stirred, lapping about my body. I opened my eyes. A naked Stefan had one foot in the bath. I scrambled along the bottom of the bath and sat bolt upright. “You’re joining me?”

“Naturally. What did you think I would do?” He maneuvered around my body and positioned his legs on either side of me before slipping down behind.

“I’ve never shared my bath before…”

He laid his hands on my shoulders and drew me backward onto his chest. “Do you have a big bath?”


“Then that’s probably why.”

I relaxed, letting my head lie on one of his shoulders. “Lovely.”

For a little while, we swathed ourselves in hot bathwater and I purred. A little engine of contentment chugged away inside me. His heartbeats resounded close to my ear, a comforting, repetitive sound.

It nudged me. A flicker of movement against my lower spine. I wriggled and pushed a little backward. Another twitch. My body responded instantly. My nipples stiffened and I pressed my thighs together. On either side of my legs, to accommodate his height, he sat with bent knees. I leaned on his kneecaps and shoved myself into his groin.

Leibling, what are you doing?” he murmured into my ear.

I gyrated and his cock hardened.

“Nothing,” I lied.



perfectnotes_800Callie is all he desires—the tonic for his dominance. But to fulfill their dreams, she must succumb to his passions.

Amateur clarinetist Callie turns up for an orchestra rehearsal following a six-week absence to find a new conductor in residence—Stefan, a charismatic man with ambitions of being a composer. After he gives her a lift home, he invites her to his house for a practice session. What begins as a music lesson ends with a passionate display of dominance by Stefan.

As their sexual affair blossoms, Callie is increasingly drawn to find out more about her aspiring composer and why he is a potent lover in the bedroom. When she turns up unexpectedly at his house, she is shocked to find him in the company of a naked woman. Horrified to think that he might have betrayed her, she calls an end to their relationship, but persistent Stefan begs for a second chance.

Encouraged by her boss to resolve her feelings toward Stefan, Callie seeks out a friend of his, hoping to understand what drives him to dominate, but the given explanation creates more unresolved issues for Callie. Determined to seek out the truth, she plans to confront Stefan. But by then, he has gone abroad. Callie must make a decision—cash in her savings and follow Stefan, or banish him from her life. If she does the latter, she will never understand the nature of the intense emotions he has awakened within her. Does she dare to love him?


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2 thoughts on “Shower, pool or tub?”

  1. These are such great, hot scenes Jaye, I think I’m about two thirds through reading this and loving it 🙂


  2. Hi Jaye, these are wonderful moments, Callie and Stefan are great and adventurous lovers. I wouldn’t want to decide for a favourite place, because you can have such a good time in each of them. I love the book, and thank you for the hot snippets.



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